#and a tad of special spaceship

[happi-dreams]

okay so i realised there’s A LOt of doodles i have just forgotten to share here about silly lost n found au stuff so whoopee big doodle post time !!

[mcltiples]

BASICS

▸ is your muse tall/short/average?

It depends on who he's around. He stands at about 5'9-5'11. So he's a tad shorter than most Ricks.

▸ are they okay with their height?

He doesn't mind it. In fact, wearing taller combat boots helps other Ricks not notice the height difference all that much. Besides, no one really comments on his height since they're too busy wanting to kill him.

▸ what’s their hair like ?

It's actually really soft and healthy. He takes good care of it. The only part that isn't soft is the strand of white hair on his left side of his head, which tends to be the most brittle piece of his hair.

▸ do they spend a lot of time on their hair / grooming ?ㅤ

Not that much time. Only around 10 minutes, really.

▸ does your muse care about their appearance / what others think?

Not really. He mostly makes himself look good for himself (and for his partner) so he doesn't really care what others think of his appearance.

— preferences.

▸ indoors or outdoors? rain or sunshine ? Forest or beach? precious metals or gems? flowers or perfumes? personality or appearance? being alone or being in a crowd? order or anarchy? painful truths or white lies? science or magic? peace or conflict? night or day? dusk or dawn? warmth or cold? many acquaintances or a few close friends? reading or playing a game?

— questionnaire.

▸ what are some of your muse’s bad habits ?

Warping reality within in his own mind. He'll create his own narrative of situations, despite what really happened. He also has a tendency to never give a straight answer, always going around in circles and never truly answering anything. He's also a frequent liar. Very over dramatic and will constantly make his problems other people's problems.

▸ has your muse lost anyone close to them ? how has it affected them ?

Nope, he's never lost anyone that close to him that wasn't from his own choice.

▸ what are some fond memories your muse has? ㅤ

Being locked up in his garage in his original dimension, spending countless days and nights trying to invent interdimensional travel/the portal gun. Then going off to explore dimensions for the first time, realizing that he's become the God of the multiverse.

▸ is it easy for your muse to kill? ㅤ

It is. It doesn't take much for him to kill. All it takes is one thing he doesn't like and you're gone.

▸ what’s it like when your muse breaks down? ㅤ

Rick will get very quiet, retreating into his personal, comfort space. He'll isolate himself. And if things get really bad, he will find ways to harm himself. Whether it means shooting himself in the face, over and over again, or putting himself in harms way. Like riding his spaceship through an asteroid belt and reckless driving to get himself hit on purpose.

▸ is your muse capable of trusting someone with their life? ㅤ

Not easily. The only one who he currently trusts with his life is his partner, but that took a lot of work between the two of them.

▸ what’s your muse like when they’re in love?

He tends to get very sweet, very helpful and loving. Love doesn't come naturally to him, so he thinks, but when it's for someone he's in love, it's as easy as breathing for him. He'll go out of his way to treat them specially, to make sure they're well taken care of. And he provides for them as much as he can.

TAGGED BY: No one, I stole it hehe >:3c TAGGING: Steal it from me >:3c

[paragonrising]

Goose's Promo Parade begins shortly, Exquisite Beans.

But I’m going to take a moment to appreciate a few people who have made my experience on this blog wonderful ❤︎

@stxrlxrds

AAAAAAAAA I’m so glad you followed me back ;w; do you know I had a little mini panicfest when I was originally about to follow? I was petrified you wouldn’t want to interact. All your muses are fantastic, but I won’t lie, Quill has a special place in my heart with how he set off every alarm and claimed that was his plan all along.

You are a fantastic bean, and I know good things are coming your way~

@benevolentgodloki

When I saw your username, I couldn’t believe you were the same Loki I admired for years when I wrote Steve Rogers. XD I never had the nerve then to approach, and I am super thankful with Carol I was a tad braver. Your Loki is spot on, and you are the sweetest of beans.

@definitelynotaraccoon

Y’know I never knew how Carol would interact with Rocket, I never read the comics. So I had no idea what to expect other than big guns and sarcasm XD. Approaching you and your muse was incredibly easy and our thread is so much fun. I was and still am ecstatic that you’ve returned to the rpc.

You capture Rocket perfectly, and I can’t wait for our muses to have more adventures. C:

@labwebs

Carol will protect Peter 1 to the end of her days, fact. He is the sweetest, and gave her his Disney+ account to binge (which she 100% does, and probably shares it with the Guardians on movie night, let’s not lie).

Peter 3 is a fun companion to have on a spaceship, especially when he jumped up on the ceiling and Carol just sort of… stared.

You’re an amazing person to talk to, and I really enjoy reading your headcanons and thoughts that pop up on dash. Your writing is top notch and your characterisation on both muses is wonderful.

@girlofsteel

Loveliest bean, you’re sweet, kind, and patient. I adore your writing and your rendition, Kara is mwuah *chef’s kiss* Actually all your muses are perfecto, but Kara is this wonderful ray of sunshine that Carol can’t get enough of.

Also Carol has a crush, but can you blame her?  

@normaltothemax

MOON GOONS. They’re all precious. Does Carol have a favourite? Yes. Is it Jake? Also Yes. Will she ever tell him that? Maybe.

All your characters are fascinating and well written, even though I don’t interact with them, I do lurk and read <3 You’re an amazing human being, and a lot of fun to talk to and plot with.

@recklesshybrid

You came out swinging my friend, with your kindness and excitement. :D I was honestly surprised when you sent me a message so quickly after we followed one another. You’re lovely and your enthusiasm is a blessing &lt;3

Your Quill is wonderful, fun, and well written. I look forward to the adventures that our muses will go on >:3 perhaps after he finds a way to get…you know… unarrested. XD

Also, you should know that Quill is never getting his jacket back, it belongs to Carol now. >w>

@rcdlcdger

Lovely bean, did you know I have not once spelt your url correctly on the first try? xD Honestly, it took me three times just now. You are super sweet and kind, never change! You’re perfect, and I’m so thankful we get to write together and chat. :3 I hope soon when our schedules line up we can add gaming to the list.

You write a number of muses, but Nat is my favourite. I adore the sass she gives to Carol, and though Carol complains, she loves Nat and her attitude as well. Captain Adorable will always be there for her spy. 

[spotsupstuff]

rambling bout the mandarin dub of s3 special (part 2)

before i do skedaddle onto more mandarin, i do actually wanna say- grollow has said a few times that they find Porty's sudden appearance very random which i do kinda agree with, but it also makes me think a tad. my three thoughts as to why He poked his head out are so far this: 1. shameless fanservice, as Porty is prolly the most liked Xiaotian clone 2. the crew needed a hype man more than anything to go thru their plan, so Xiaotian summoned Porty cuz das basically all that the clone does, did while he stayed and literally self-destructed the moment danger showed up instead of helpin 3. as per ar-blackshaw's and sketching-shark's theory convo, Porty has been alikened to Six Ear in the theory that Six is a clone of Sun Wukong's. Six is on the team now! Why not bring in the new generation of version of him in as well, yanno! sounds like a fun lore poke for the fandom ✨

Him Mouth... BUT ALSO he doesn't say "C'MOOOON" in the mandarin one which means he just Makes Noises n those are always fuckin PEAK up in this bitch, shit's fuckin hilarious

someone else pointed this out on twitter before i did a "try to understand now" rewatch actually, but SWK here calls Xiaotian "my little hero" which like fuck my heart, i guess

there's this tiny little quick inhale n exhale from Six Ear here and it fuckin Kills me

still not over Six Ear pullin THAT shit outta him chest n still not over Sun Wukong just BLASTIN that shit outta his hand like that, everytime i hear the fuckin sound effect of him shootin the energy i just go "Jaysus Fuck" like its so strong compared to Six Ear's wimpy ass weak sauce bullshit of a shadow emo energy stream it takes me out without fail, that thing could be aliken to a damb Spaceship Take Off

two things: 1. instead of "monkey" she only calls Xiaotian "little hero", for those wondering 2. her mandarin "no. it's pain/suffering." actually sounds so Tired and Pained- the no especially makes me think that at this point she's as far as struggling to get any words out

THIS MANS SAYS SHIIIIIIFU SO FUCKIN SMUGLY N BITCHY IM GON BITE HIS MINERAL ASS GO OFF KING

so mandarin Six Ear is known especially to me to have a VERY steady voice. he's incredibly calm almost thru fuckin Everything, including this special. his voice never rises up- it's almost as if he was stuck in a suave manipulative threat mode constantly

Except This One Fucking Time.

THIS interaction is what BREAKS his calm demeanor after ALL the seasons- he did NOT go squeaky in his debut episode (not countin the trainin sesh cuz that was more like choked up/running out of breath), he did NOT go squeaky upon recounting the events that build him up into what he is, he did NOT go squeaky over bein abducted by the not-mayor, basically enslaved by the White Bone Spirit and later on INFUSED with the bone demon's powers, no.

what fuckin breaks him is bein compared to the one person he was presumably created from. (very tempted to say sib culture wins here)

i was quite a tad worried at first that the mandarin dub would end up not giving SWK the emotional weak moments because the voice acting when he breaks out of WBS's control n thanks Xiaotian did not have the same shaky hit to it like the og english version had

i was... pleasantly surprised at the same time as distraught over how small and... Weak and lost THE Great Sage sounds when he gives his apology to his kid, though

he is So genuinely sorry. it hurts him that he hurt his little hero

after Xiaotian makes his joke with the noodles, he sounds close to tears. first he panics over being misunderstood, he stumbles thru his words and then he curls up, voice stretched out in a way that makes me think of my own before i cry. and then his words fade out in a raspy sigh

and it is still Weak and Raspy and charmingly Imperfect in the last sentences we hear from Sun Wukong

[the-insomniac-emporium]

HFW: Miscellaneous Beta HCs

Thinking about my favorite clone siblings (sorry Delta Squad, you've been replaced), specifically lil baby Beta, decided to write down some HCs. Contains some spoilers for HFW, mostly implied. Also the first few are all about food because for some reason that's where my brain went first lmao

Growing up on a spaceship, with limited dietary options (all of which were printed as opposed to cooked by humans, per old world standards), Beta was understandably hesitant to eat pretty much anything once she arrived at the Base. It took her weeks to adjust to the difference in both texture and taste. Once she did, however, she knew that she never wanted to go back to eating like the Zeniths did.

Her eating habits still aren’t great, though. Often forgoes actual meals in favor of frequent snacking. Thanks to the Focus being holographic and relying on gestures, she usually doesn’t have to worry about messy hands* getting her workspace dirty while she eats. Cleans up immediately after she’s done munching, every time, without fail.

*To be clear: Beta does not enjoy messy foods unless she can eat with utensils. Even then, her snackies can still leave minor residue on her hands, and she prefers to not get said residue on anything important (or not important, for that matter).

Partially due to her snacking habits, Beta ends up learning what everyone at the Base prepares for trail rations. When she first arrives at Base, she has zero idea how to cook, and relies on the others for help. But as she grows closer to everyone, she tries to get better at cooking. Eventually she frequently helps the gang prepare their various rations, half to be helpful, half so she can squirrel some away in her room.

Has a bit of a sweet tooth, and probably most enjoys Kotallo's and Zo's rations, both of which contain a fair amount of fruit.

Even after the end of the game, when most of the A-Team/Gaia Gang leaves to establish/confirm alliances, Beta stays in frequent contact with her new friends. Sometimes they’ll have a long distance “tv night”, where they all watch an episode of Second Time Around and talk about it afterwards. Sometimes they have to take a break halfway through so Beta can spend half an hour providing vital context (sometimes the others pretend not to understand if it seems like she’s enjoying rambling about a certain subject).

Zo introduced Beta to tea relatively soon after she arrived at the Base. Admittedly Beta wasn’t exactly fond of the actual taste (at least not the first several blends she tried). But she enjoyed the feeling of a warm mug in her hands, and grew to enjoy the company that Zo provided. Eventually she was able to find a couple kinds of tea she enjoys more (sweeter ones, mostly, but also one with hints of spiciness).

Beta honestly would have been VERY interested in paintings/sculptures if Tilda hadn’t created such a painful association with them/if she had been given a chance to learn/explore of her own volition. As it is, she’s still interested in art, but heavily prefers photography and cinematography. Even with access to Zenith’s copy of Apollo, she doesn’t have a whole bunch of the latter to look at, unfortunately. She ends up experimenting with using her Focus to record things, especially the cool places Aloy brings her to (Hidden Ember is probably her favorite, even if she sometimes has to wear ear plugs to avoid overstimulation).

On that note, Beta struggles a lot of sensory input issues, both with over and understimulation. Growing up on a spaceship meant being surrounded by a near constant hum, which is why she gravitated towards the server room at the Base. Eventually she works with a few of Aloy’s tinkerer friends to make a special headset (goggles + earbuds) to help filter out bright lights and loud sounds, perfect for visiting busy settlements.

Additionally, she can be a tad picky when it comes to clothing, preferring softer/smoother fabrics and loose designs, hating the feeling of tight clothes. In the end, most of her outfits are an odd blend of Carja and Nora clothes. Aloy gets her a special (custom ordered, featuring Nora aesthetic with Carja fabric) outfit to celebrate the 1 year anniversary of her escaping Far Zenith<3

[moonlit-imagines]

The Doctor Is Out

Stephen Strange x reader

warnings:

a/n: wrote this a while ago and its been sitting in my drafts. part 1/2

prompt:

In (2)

Without opening your eyes, you stretched your stiffened body against the silk sheets and rolled over to face your husband.

“Good morning, dear.” You whispered through a yawn, which led into a smile. Stephen was already awake and reading one of the many books he kept at his bedside.

“And good morning to you, too.” He leaned over and gave you a kiss on the temple, letting your eyes flutter open. “Did you sleep well?”

“I’d say so.” You reluctantly sat up on your side of the bed, pushing the covers away. “Any plans for today?”

“Not in particular.” Stephen decided to get out of bed with you and get ready for the day, although he was in a gray jacket and blue jeans in the blink of an eye. “We don’t have very much to eat, I might go run out for lunch.”

“Lunch?” You asked as you pulled on a pair of pants.

“Yes, well, you seem to have gotten a late start on the day.” Your husband explained. “I didn’t want to wake you, you looked so content with your dreams.” You took Stephen’s wrist to take a look at the time.

“It’s half past eleven?” You stared in shock at your husband’s watch. “You just waited for me?” He shrugged as if it wasn’t a big deal, but Stephen rarely ever let himself lag behind, it was truly sweet of him to keep you company while you drifted through the peace of your head, thoughts you’d already forgotten. “It seems the odds were in our favor when our paths first crossed, huh?”

“Don’t make a big deal out of it, my dear.” Stephen’s barely shaking hands cupped your face and right before he leaned in for a refreshing kiss to the lips, he whispered, “I’m not as great a man as you make me out to be.”

You hummed into the kiss he gave you and pulled back just a tad. “Oh, you’re right. You’re just the worst.” Sarcasm failed to escape you in moments like these, it was more entertaining than anything else in the eyes of your husband. “Now, I’m starving. Want to go to the deli around the block?”

“That’ll work. We should ask Wong if he’s hungry, too.”

—————

“You don’t have any money?” Stephen asked as the three of you walked through the Sanctum in a fixed line.

“Attachment to the material is detachment from the spiritual.” Wong’s wise words rung in your mind as you tried to figure out what he did before the two of you had moved in with him.

“I’ll tell the guys at the deli.” Stephen snarked. “Maybe they’ll make you a metaphysical ham on rye.”

“It’s fine, we’ll pay for your lunch.” You interjected after hearing enough of that. Somehow, the trip down the stairs was unsuccessful since your steps from only a few seconds ago were nothing but rubble. You fell to the floor as Stephen and Wong took defensive positions.

“Thanos is coming.” An unfamiliar voice spoke as you lay on the cold floor. Were you able to get up on your own? Probably, but that fall would definitely leave a mark. After a moment’s time of your lonely visit with the floor, your partner rushed over to you.

“Y/N? Are you alright?” He crouched beside you and helped you back up, lightly brushing your cheek as he checked for any injuries.

“I think I’m okay.” You nodded. “Hit my head on the way down.” Peering over his shoulder while he checked your head for any bumps, you saw Dr. Bruce Banner crawl from the rubble. “Do I have a concussion or was it a gamma scientist that just crashed into the Sanctum?”

“Hi, I’m Doctor—” He waved just before you cut him off.

“I know who you are, Doctor Banner.” You replied with a smirk. “I’m Dr. L/N-Strange, specializing in neuroscience, but formerly gamma research.” Stephen smiled himself when he heard you say your name and just a little more when you described your profession. Maybe he was just proud to be near someone so accomplished.

“I don’t think you have a concussion.” A kiss on your forehead was the best medicine he could give, but you knew that it also meant he needed to get to work.

“‘Formerly gamma?’ Why’s that?” Bruce asked, somehow ignoring the big picture here. I mean, you were just happy to get some visitors, I suppose. You’d answer anything.

“For a while, they went hand-in-hand for me. You’d be surprised at what could be accomplished when you put them together...” You explained, Stephen patiently listening beside you.

“But?” Bruce pried a little more.

“But then I heard about your little ‘accident,’ decided to take a break just in case. Refocus my research.” You felt your partner’s hand rest on your shoulder and slide down your arm as you watched Dr. Banner’s guilty expression surface. It wasn’t your intention to offend, you were just obliging to his curiosity.

“As much as I love hearing you talk about your career, darling,” Stephen finally stepped in, “I think we need to talk about the threat to our planet?”

“I was wondering when you’d stop me.” You chuckled. “That’s alright, I’ll just go pick up lunch for you three. Dr. Banner, do you like sandwiches?”

“I...yes? I guess so. Turkey and swiss is...I haven’t had that in a while.” He stammered, leaving you to peer over at your husband and have him give you a near-identical look. Sometimes, the two of you just thought that same exact things, no words needed.

“Will you two stop doing that weird thing where you stare at each other in silence? We have work to do!” Wong interrupted and you decided it was about time to head out.

“Love you, Stephen.” You said with an amused shake of your head, giving him a quick peck in the lips.

“Love you, too. Don’t be too long if you can help it, Dr. Banner seems to have a pretty good idea of dangers to come.” He told you as his cloak gave you a quick pat on the arm. You didn’t know whether to say goodbye to his outerwear, as well.

“I’ll see what I can do.” You winked and pat the red cloak back, heading for the door that your bag was hung beside. Now was the time for a walk to clear your mind, no “Thanos” or whatever the hell that was. Just the music to your ears that was Bleeker Street traffic and insufferable pedestrians. You just kept your eyes front and went on walking, you’d walk straight through crowds if you had to.

A few block’s worth of steps and you’d reached the deli that was so dear to your husband, now it was time to wait in line, a pretty long one, nonetheless. Maybe it was time to shoot Stephen a text.

Just made it to the deli ;) Anything I should be worried about out here?

Tony Stark is here. Outlook not so good.

Did you just magic 8-ball me?

“Dude, are you texting right now?” Tony asked in disbelief of the wizard looking down at his phone. It wasn’t very typical of him to check it in times like these, but you had a specific ringtone. Once he hears that ringtone, he replies. No matter what.

“I always answer my s/o.” He cleared his throat and stashed his phone away.

“At least we have something in common.”

—————

The line at the deli took so long that you got caught in the crossfire of an alien attack. Was it unbelievably amazing? Of course. Was it one of the most terrifying days of your life? You bet.

You could no longer get ahold of your husband and you soon knew why when he flew overhead in an attempt of offense. You’re guessing that these people were looking for the Time Stone.

Desperately hoping for one of your wizard “pals” to come and save you, maybe have you fall through a portal and back into Sanctum, you just hid in an alley. This may be one of the lows in your life, but you’d see worse days soon enough.

And the invasion was over just like that. You, like many other New Yorkers, stepped from the crevices of the streets to witness the damage firsthand.

“Uh, Dr. L/N!” That same voice from earlier spoke, causing you to swivel your head and see Bruce waving you down. Since he was the first person you recognized out here, it’d be best for you to head his way. It was a maze of cars, bricks, and broken glass before you’d made it over to him.

“Where’s Stephen? Or Wong? Tony Stark?” You bombarded him as if he weren’t stressed enough, but scientists always wanted answers. He knew that from experience.

“The aliens have your husband.” A line you never thought you’d have to hear. This better be a sick dream. “Wong said he was going back to the ‘Sanctum’ to protect it, and Tony is also with the aliens.”

“At least my husband has backup.” You sighed with a slight hint of relief, but your stomach was still turning just thinking about what they might do to Stephen. If they wanted that Stone, they’d do whatever they could to get it. Stephen was as smart as he was stubborn, it’d take a lot to get him to hand it over.

“Are you going back home?” He asked as he snagged a phone from the rubble.

“I figure you have a plan, I’m coming with you.” You watched him freeze for a moment with a name on the phone highlighted. “Trying to reassemble the Avengers, huh?”

“Are you sure you want to do this? I mean, it’s going to be dangerous.” Way to state the obvious. You didn’t know if you could handle it, but...

“I have to get my husband back, I can’t just wait around.” You wouldn’t back down, but it was a little comforting to have someone backing him up. “Don’t worry, I’ll try to put myself to good use.”

—————

It has been...twenty days since the disappearance of several Earth-based heroes. Among them was Spider-Man, Tony Stark, and your husband. But today was the day you’d know the truth.

Half the population had vanished into thin air. It was hard to tell if anyone had survived the trip to space. You’d been staring out the window all day, just trying to spot the cosmic wonder that was “Captain Marvel.” If anyone could find them, it was her.

Just as you were about to nod off, a bright glare intruded in the sky.

“Guy? Guys! She’s back!” Everyone had been on edge today, so they were ready to dash outside. Your heart was beating out of your chest, this was the moment of truth.

Carol landed a beat-up spaceship onto the open field and out stumbled Tony Stark and what looked to be an alien. You stared at the ship’s door, waiting for one more person. Just one more.

Everyone was staring at you now, waiting for you to realize that your husband wasn’t in there. Once Tony caught sight of you, he pieced together who you were.

“You must be the wizard’s s/o?” He leaned against his fiancée and Captain America, struggling to look you in the eye. “He wanted me to give you a message. Uh...sorry, I’m going blank, rough ride.” He rubbed his forehead as you stood there in tears. “‘This will make sense later.’ Oh, and he loves you.”

“I...” Everyone was still looking at you with pity in their eyes. Yes, they all lost people, but you were still clinging onto hope. All of your optimism had been destroyed in these past few moments, you didn’t even know how you were supposed to take this. “I need a minute. I’m sorry.” You stormed off into the guest bedroom of Avengers HQ, leaving everyone around you worried. You didn’t know them long, but it was easy to bond through a trauma like this.

“Y/N?” Bruce knocked on the door. “Got a minute?”

“Sure.” You reluctantly answered and Bruce let himself in.

“I brought you carrots.” He offered the bowl. “It was all we had in the fridge, sorry.”

“We have to find Thanos.” You grumbled though tears. “I won’t give up until we fix what he did.” Bruce stayed silent out of fear, he knew what could happen to someone in mourning. People can get...crazy.

“We’ll do the best we can. We’re working on it.” Bruce explained as he set the food down on your end table.

“Take me with you. I have to be there this time.” You were in no way qualified to face an intergalactic being capable of that much destruction.

“Y/N, I don’t know if that’s such a good idea.” He shyly countered you, using this calm tone was an exercise he learned during “anger management,” maybe it could help.

“I wasn’t asking.”

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[1hithero]

headcanons hat kid and the game in general. very messy. a lot of them r angst. help.

hat kid has a very vague memory of most of her deaths. the respawns r caused by time pieces, like when one of em broke after down with the mafia. since they belong to her, her dying has the same effect as one of them breaking.

both dlcs take place after time's end because the thought of hat saving the world and IMMEDIATELY joining a cat gang is so unbelievably funny to me

hat kid doesn't rlly know how to pinpoint what they're feeling. she doesn't rlly feel a lot, but when they do it's... confusing.

(this idea was mostly made by a good buddy of mine but im adding onto it a tad bit) following up on that last bullet point, purple time rifts are hellish for her. as they go through the time rifts, they start feeling however the person the piece hit felt during what's shown in the storybooks. vanessa's content turning to jealousy, the captain's innocent pride quickly turning to hopelessness, mu's naivety turning to an evergrowing thirst for revenge. she doesn't understand it. in cases like these, it takes a few hours for her to recover. thankfully, there r some that don't leave her in shambles! groovy underdog, mafias grand voyage (though she grew to be sorta spiteful of that one after the hero), and both of the skyline ones to be specific.

(i didn't know where to put this but the storybooks r memory flashes. they serve as an explanation as to why hat feels the way they do during the time rift.)

rumbi factory is a special case. not only did the time piece hit a robot that doesn't really feel a lot either, these are technically her own memories too. meaning she has a bit of control over her emotions. they're thankful for it, but the broken down scenery is a sight she didn't really want to revisit.

on a lighter note, the playable mu mod has an explanation from urs truly! however it's in . another timeline. where hat actually explained why she needed the time pieces n they made a compromise. they aren't on too great of terms for a bit, but they grow more comfy w their agreement overtime and actually become friends again. there's no final boss here lol

bow kid lives on the ship w hat! they often take turns going out to find time pieces.

made evident by the fact she built the spaceship on her own, hat kid is v intelligent! they didn't know the language they speak on earth at first, and had to learn rather quickly. yes, this means she doesn't know what everyone said to her during welcome to mafia town. she still doesn't understand every single word, but she's getting there! they translate for bow, too!

bow is like. the opposite of hat. they're v in tune w her emotions but doesn't rlly pick up on information too well

btw if u haven't noticed...she/they hattie n bow!!!!!!! they don't use traditional english prns where they come from, so she n bow don't rlly. care. what pronouns ppl use. but ppl usually use those.

i might add on later my head hurts rn. but if u have any questions......the ask box is open

[moonlightjeno]

ok but moots assigned to fanfiction tropes!!

ahh omg dear anon thank you so much for sending this in !! I’ve been wanting to do this lol.

I feel like this might be a tad long so it shall be under the cut <3 also not @ me realizing most of my moots ult jeno asdf.

alesha [ @sungiescorner ] |

hmmmm. my first thought was college jeno au buT idk why I’m getting grease vibes. SO HYUNJAE GREASE VIBES. Like the whole 90’s (is grease set in the 90’s idk lmao) vibe with retro. basically your it’s grease but the roles are reversed !! Instead of the Alesha being the exchange student hyunjae is bc hyunjae is a soft bean. And you’re part of the schools like higher socitey thing (this is making no sense yay). But basically you’re part of the more rebellious group of the school and then you had a summer fling with hyunjae, until he appears at your school the first day. And chaos unfolds. And just bc I think tutor au’s are cute af hyunjae needs help w math and low and behold you are there to help him :)

mother in law [ @danishmiilk ] |

hehhehe. Obv we gotta go with do young your husband, and lemme tell you all we talk about is blowing up buildings. So doyoung mafia au !! Basically dy is the brains of most of the operations and one day while planning for idk blow up an sm building (we’ve had lengthy convos about this lmao) que you. who is just a genius at setting up bombs, from there sparks fly and you two become a dynamic duo (chemistry puns anyone??).

kathy [ @flirtyhyuck ] |

kathy my bb. Due to your current theme and bc I’m always down for sum badboy college au :) I wanna say a bad boy hyuck au? But in a college setting. you two first meet by accident bc your friend is in a frat and you had to be part of a project together so you walk over to the dreams frat house only for hyuck to answer the door. Now batboy hyuck tends to not be caught off guard but it’s you the person he’s been secretly pinning for most of the year so he kinda panics and gets really red. No worries chenle is there to tease him. But you still have to get your project done (little do you know this is all part of mark, jeno and renjuns plan tp get haechan to finally talk to you). So you end up waiting at their house bc rennin is supposed to be there in like ten minute, boy doesn’t show up. bUT you just spend time with hyuck and he asks you out by the end of it. This got long :)

bean ree [ @rouiyan ] |

Ree, my sweet bean !! My first thought when it comes to you is college au’s lol because you so good and amazing at writing them !! buT we WERE TALkINg ABOUT ROYALTY AU’S !! So royalty au w jeno omg. okie dokey, so you are both royals kinda. it’s a little bit enemies to lovers au whereas the second oldest (brother being first) you aren’t allowed to reign so bc of tradition (bad tradition) you have to marry into royalty of sorts. introducing lee jeno son of the lee’s who though not the strongest country are known for their activities and just tourism because their country is beautiful. you are shipped off to nct country to spend some time with your future husband. Now you don’t really hate jeno but you hate the idea of being shipped off to marry hence those feelings causing hate and aggressions towards jeno who is just like trynna be a nice and understanding bean (like he doesn’t want this either, and he’d just broken up with his s/o ). Fast forward three months and you slowly come accustomed to the place, learning about its government, and jeno begins to also warm up to you. Though you still don’t talk too much it gets better and you bond over the internal struggles that both of you have and slowly start to develop feelings for each other. but you still wanna have a say so your families agree that you won’t just be married but that you’d have power in both kingdoms kinda like an ambassador and im gonna stop here bc this is very long im soRRY.

sunny [ @neocitybynight ] |

bc blonde hair jeno with an undercut made a cb for a solid day, it’s blonde jeno time. i think we’ve talked before how much we both love idol au! so you’re both part of sm, different groups but the company (look at it have one good idea (o_O) and has you and jeno collab for a rap duet (?). it’s the first time you’ve met each other, but like things just kinda click. sunny is like such a hard-working person and I feel like jeno too their both super determined so they’d get all their work done pretty quickly and then just kinda hang and talk about everything and anything. imma stop here or idk where this will go lol.

mylin [ @starlit-jeno ] |

mylin !! my queen !! Ik your in hibernation rn so pls remain in hibernation !! Base off that a cute lil just stay at home date with jeno or mingi idk either one you choose lmao. But just a super laidback like put on random movies that you talk over occasionally and make fun off but also kinda enjoy them bc even though their bad their also fun to watch and entratinging :) w lots of cuddles and hugs and random forehead kisses.

furou [ @astroboy-lele ] |

Now I’m basing this off your username and the fact that we talked about among us lmao. Less go. So space au! With chenle !! For some reason (idk why just go along with it) there have been people dying in the spaceship. So the space ship crew the adults decided to make an investigation but don’t include anyone that aren’t “adults” but chenle isn’t having it as one of the people who died was his cousin. Now you two have best friends for a really long time so naturally you support him. So you two along with bb jisung who dragged along much to his protest of this being too scary for him and because he knew that chenle was in love with you so no way was chenle letting him out of his sight. Lets just say romance blooms along the crime investigation.

cherries [ @riothae ] |

Janna likes to hurt me w jeno but I don’t blame her bc has been just ok. anyways, sports au with jeno !! im thinking dancer au !! You guys have an assignment for your choreo class and are assigned partners that specialize in a diff style than you do. Jeno gets high key nervous and stressed af bc a. He’s an introvert and is awkward around new people and b. Kinda has a small crush on you, well on your style of dancing :) so you two are paired up, lets say your majoring in contemporary/modern dance and he’s specializing in acro and hip-hop. overall it’s just a cute lil thing and because the project is a whole trimester long ( so like 3 months ) you guys get pretty close and right as you end your performance on the day you do it on front on the whole school the ending is like a twirl type thing, and umm he leans in or you lean it and boom.

elle [ @joh--pping ] |  

Elle !! She’s the sweetest angel ever !! So it only makes sense  for a Johnny holiday au !! it’s an established relationship and basically just a fluff of you two setting up decorations for the holidays, (idk if you celebrate xmas so ahh sorry) but like putting up a tree and lights, getting hot chocolate jamming out to xmas music. I can see Johnny trying to get you to slow dance like even during a hype xmas song and it being very cute and intimate only for him to just start like jumping up and down right before you kiss. Anyways it would be filled with cuteness and fluff and stolen kisses and occasionally taking care of mark or jae.

[shadowthrone-ammanas]

Merry Christmas!

Continuation of this and this.

Snatcher’s cottage tree house thing was warm and cozy, closed off from the elements and a fire burning merrily in the fireplace. Hat Kid could happily stay for hours, all day even, especially since Snatcher was for the first time ever totally chill with her being here. And he liked her gift! It looked good on him too, better than her own hat had. But alas, as great as this was, she had other gifts to deliver too; Snatcher may be her Best Friend Forever but he wasn’t her only friend.

So, after reading the first few chapters of the book he’d given her – an exciting gift because she hadn’t expected him to give her anything at all – she bookmarked her page and jumped up to her feet. “Heyo,” she said with a small wave, prompting Snatcher to lower his book to look at her. “Thank you again for the gift and a place to warm up but I have other gifts I need to deliver too. Don’t worry though, I’ll come back here when I’m done because I don’t want you to be lonely.”

“Don’t bother,” Snatcher replied with what probably counted as an eyeroll for him. “Spend your Christmas with someone who cares.”

Hat Kid smiled at him. “I will.” She was pretty sure he cared and was just being ‘soon-deh-ray’ about it. “See you again soon.” She wriggled her fingers at him as she pulled out her phone opened the app on it to call her back up to her ship.

In the interest of convivence, she’d piled all the gifts she had up in the main area, next to where the ship’s system dropped her off at when beaming her up into the main room. She studied the pile for a few seconds before grabbing the one on the top. It was for the Captain, she owed him big for destroying his ship even if he didn’t know it was her – she’d been a fool to think her experience piloting a spaceship would qualify her to pilot a sea ship too. She’d wanted to get him a new boat but… they were expensive so she’d had to settle for getting him a model boat instead. Hopefully he’d like it.

She pulled out her phone and pressed more buttons, telling her ship to beam her down onto the dock. She’d scouted out the Captain’s land abode while go so she was able to skip right to it.

One of his seal crew answered her knock almost right away. “Hewwo Miss, nice to see you again. What are you doing here on Christmas?”

“Merry Christmas.” Hat Kid felt a tad guilty for not getting the crew gifts too, she’d wanted to but she had no idea how many of them there were or what they might want so… she hadn’t. “I brought a gift for the Captain.”

The seal’s face lit up even more than before. “Captain, Captain,” he called as he danced back into the house. “The little hatted miss is back and she bought you a gift.”

Taking the open door as an invitation, Hat Kid stepped inside. The interior was decorated to have a similar feel to a boat. There was even a broken steering wheel hung up on the all… hopefully it wasn’t from the ship Hat Kid had crashed. She would’ve looked around a bit more but all the other seals were coming into the living room along with the Captain.

“Merry Christmas,” she said again, holding the gift towards him.

“Aw Pup, you shouldn’t have,” the Captain said with a slight frown.

“Well I did because I wanted to. So, take it.” She pushed it towards him again; she refused to take ‘no’ for answer.

With a sigh, the Captain accepted the gift. He opened and pulled the model ship out.

“I couldn’t get you a real boat because they’re too expensive so I got a small one instead. You like it?”

“I suppose I do, thanks. I can put it up on my mantel or on my desk on my next ship,” the Captain replied. “But anyway, since you’re here, you got someone to spend Christmas with? If not, me and the crew wouldn’t mind having you’re here I guess.”

Hat Kid waited for the crew’s chorus of agreement to finish before replying. “Thank you for the offer but I do have someone to spend it with, my best friend.” She may be projecting how she would’ve felt in his place but she got the sense that Snatcher was extra lonely today. Why else would he have been so willing to let her stay however long she wanted without moaning and groaning about it.

“Good,” the Captain said. “Just wanted to make sure, no one deserves to be alone today of all days.”

“Yes!” Hat Kid agreed with that sentiment wholeheartedly. When she returned home, she was going to have to bring this holiday with her, it was just too good not to. “I’ll let you get back to your celebration now. Goodbye and Merry Christmas!” She waved at them all again before using her phone to beam her back up to her ship.

Next, she went to the desert. Not to Dead Bird Studios though like she normally did, but to a place closer to the Conductor’s house – she too had scouted it out. She heaved the bag of gifts up onto her shoulder and walked the rest of the way. Luckily, though she couldn’t land right in front of it like she could with the Studio, it still wasn’t a long trip.

She rang the doorbell and waited for a response. … None came. So, she rang it again. … Still nothing. As she lifted her hand to rang it for a third time, suddenly the door opened. It was one of the Conductor’s grandkids, noticeably bigger than the last time she’d seen them on the boat – she’d expected as much because that was several months ago now, but it was still a bit of a surprise.

“Miss Hat Girl,” he said pointing at her and smiling.

Surprised he’d remembered her, Hat Kid smiled at him. “Yep, that’s me. Could you go get your grandad for me I need to…”

As if mentioning him summoned him, the Conductor’s voice came from inside the house, coming closer and cutting her off. “You little blighter’s better not have answered the pecking door or I’m gonna… Oh hey lassie, what are you doing here?” He’d stepped into the living room and come up behind his grandson.

“I’m here to wish you Merry Christmas and give you gifts,” she replied.

The Conductor gave her a skeptical look but before he could speak his grandson did. “Gifts! More gifts.” He even clapped in excitement.

“Yes, I brought gifts, for you and your grandad,” Hat Kid said, giving him a nod. There was no way the Conductor could turn here away now.

“Well, fine, come in then,” the Conductor said as he bent down to pick the little tyke up and pull him back, giving her space to come inside.

Unsurprisingly, the interior of his house was very western themed. There was a picture of the train the living room wall above the fireplace. And there was a Christmas tree in the corner, how quaint.

The rest of the grandkids were toddling into the living from what looked like might be the kitchen. Behind them was DJ Grooves, the absolute last person Hat Kid would’ve expected to see here. And he wasn’t wearing his stylish getup but plain dark clothing instead.

He froze at the sight of her, grimacing hard. “Uh… hi darling,” he said with a forced grin. “What are you doing here?”

“I brought gifts for the Conductor and the kids,” she said, not letting his awkwardness bother her. He’d been like that ever since the whole power of the Time Pieces had gotten to his head, leading to his attempt to kill her when she’d come to take the final one back. Even after she’d assured him it wasn’t a big deal, everyone else here had tried to kill her too, even the Conductor had almost got her killed when he’d tried to blow up his own train with her on it. “I got one for you too and I brought it down with me so it’s actually great that you’re here so I don’t have to go over to your place after this. But why are you here? Shouldn’t you be with your family?”

“Well uh… I don’t really got one. So the Conductor kindly invited me over to spend Christmas with him.”

“Oh… I ship it.” Hat Kid had always thought they’d make a cute couple if they’d just get along and they finally were.

Grooves eyes widened, he even flinched a little. It was the Conductor who spoke first though. “What the peck does that mean? Are you insulting me?”

“No, it means…” Hat Kid began before Grooves interrupted her.

“Don’t worry about it. It ain’t important. Now uh… little girl, darling, you said you brought gifts.”

“Yep,” Hat Kid said, letting the topic change. The Conductor would probably figure out his relationship with DJ Grooves better without her interference anyway.

She handed out the gifts for the kids first. Much to all of their delight, she’d made them stuffed toys, modeled after various animals from her home planet. While they played loudly and excitedly, she went into the kitchen with Grooves and the Conductor to give them their gifts.

For the Conductor, she’d gotten a model train. She’d ordered it special to look just like his real train. His face lit up with what she was pretty sure – he was a bird (?) of some sort, his expressions were a bit harder for her to read – was shock and joy as he opened it.

For DJ Grooves, she’d made him a fancy boombox, modeled after the one on her ship but designed to play as many music formats as she could get it to. So he could buy new stuff for it as well as listen to the burnt copy of all her favourite music put onto a single CD.

“Ah darling, this is… it’s… Why?” He looked up at her with an almost desperate expression on his face. “After what I did…”

“Because I like Christmas.” It was fun holiday and seeing how happy everyone was with their gifts made her feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

“Don’t question it,” the Conductor said. “When someone’s nice to you when you don’t deserve it, you say ‘thank you’.”

“Uh… thank you darling.”

“Yes, lassie, this is a great gift and I appreciate that you got me grandkids gifts too. Now uh… if you don’t got nowhere else to be, you’re welcome to stay here.”

“Don’t worry, I have somewhere to be. You guys have fun.” She gave them another smile and a wave before beaming herself back up to her ship.

Now, there was only one more gift on the pile. Part of her almost couldn’t believe she was really going to do this but… she picked it up anyway.

Finding Mustache Girl didn’t take her as long as she’d thought it would. She was right near the alleyway Hat Kid had first run into her upon landing on the planet what felt like ages ago now. She was in the little sheltered alcove to the side, wrapped in blanket in front of a meager fire… alone.

“Hey,” Hat Kid said as she came up behind her.

The way Mu jumped suggested she’d been sleeping or dozing off. She popped up to her feet, snapping around, her fists held up and ready to punch someone. She sighed and lowered them when she saw Hat Kid though. “What do you want?”

“It’s Christmas so I brought you a gift.” Hat Kid took a step closer to hold the gift towards her. “Merry Christmas.”

Mu frowned and narrowed her eyes, crossing her arms. “Why? Is this a prank? Is there something that’s going to jump out and hurt me in that box?”

“No! I would never do that.” Not that she’d never give a prank gift but the furthest she’d be willing to go is a glitter bomb. And she hadn’t done that here despite being tempted to; it was her first Christmas so every gift she gave had to be a real one. “It’s a gift because it’s Christmas. Now take it.”

“Why would you get me a gift though?”

“Because it’s Christmas. A time for forgiveness and merriment. I’m not leaving until you accept it and open it.”

“Ugh, fine.” Mu snatched the box from her. She tore off the wrapping paper but the anger her face and in her stance melted when she lifted the lid to see what was inside. “It’s… another cloak?” She pulled it out, throwing the box to the side, to get a better look at it. It was very similar in style and look to the cloak she had now, the one that was noticeably dirty and torn.

“Yup. It’s a special cloak though. I used the same yarn and technology to make it as my own hat. So, it has all the same powers.” She’d done the same for the hat she’d made for Snatcher even though his own inherent powers made it unnecessary hence her not feeling the need to mention it right away. “It should help you fight the Mafia.”

Mu stared at her for a few seconds in shock before a smile spread across her face. “Thank you.” She hugged the cloak to her chest. “With this I can finally maybe do something and… and… thank you.”

Draping the new cloak over one arm, Mu awkwardly untied the old one with one hand. Once she had it off, she placed it gently on the ground before putting on the new one. Surprisingly though, she didn’t leave the old one there. She bent down to pick it up again and after a short pause, tied it around her waist like an awkward skirt, after securing the new one in place.

“How does it work?” she asked, turning to Hat Kid once she was done.

“Well, you kind of just have to try and it should work. To change what power you want it to have, you tap it while thinking about what you want it to do.” Hat Kid lifted a hand to demonstrate, cycling through all her hats until she was back at the classic top hat; it was her favourite even if its power wasn’t the most useful one.

Mu reached up and tapped her hood. Instead of changing shape it changed colours, the symbol on the back should change too but Hat Kid couldn’t see it right now. It was clearly working though as Mu was suddenly running in place. She did a quick lap around Hat Kid before changing it again, this time summoning a brewing potion.

She played with it for a bit, going through all the powers it had to offer, before she finally turned her attention back on Hat Kid. “This is so cool.”

Hat Kid almost asked if it was cooler than the Time Pieces but… it was best not to bring that up. “It is, isn’t it?” she said with a smile instead. “Anyway uh… it’s still Christmas. Not a good time to be fighting the Mafia. So you want to come hang out with me instead?” She hadn’t been planning on this but… she couldn’t leave Mu all alone on Christmas.

“Like… on your ship?”

“No, we’re going to hang out with Snatcher. He’s lonely too and needs the company even if he won’t admit it.”

“Isn’t that the big bad ghost guy from Subcon Forest?”

“Yep, he’s my best friend.”

Mu looked like she was going to say something before sighing and shaking her head. “I swear, you’re the only person who could ever befriend a soul eating ghost. But sure, why not? Let’s go hang out with the lonely ghost. It’s not like I have anything better to do today, fighting the Mafia can wait until tomorrow.”

“Yay!” Hat Kid pulled out her phone again to beam them back up to the ship. And then immediately back to Subcon Forest.

Before either of them could say anything or start down the path, Snatcher appeared in front of them. Meaning, he’d been waiting for her to return… probably… maybe.

“You brought a friend,” he said, frowning at Mu.

“Yep,” Hat Kid said. “She was lonely too. So is it okay if she joins us?”

“Uh… I’ll be good, I promise,” Mu said, only a slight hint of nervousness in her voice as she looked up at Snatcher.

Snatcher frowned at them before letting out a long-suffering groan as the world around them shifted to purple. “Whatever, I don’t care.” The purple faded out, placing them in the closed up cozy hollow in front of the fire place again. “Just don’t be a nuisance.” He plopped down on his chair and starting reading again.

“He’s ‘soon-deh-ray’,” Hat Kid whispered to Mu.

“I heard that,” Snatcher snapped. “I don’t know what it means and knowing you, I probably don’t want to know. But it’s rude to talk about people when they can hear you.”

“Sorry.” Hat Kid giggled as she pulled out the book Snatcher had gifted her. Her and Mu could read it together and later Hat Kid would explain what ‘soon-deh-ray’ meant.

Snatcher grunted but otherwise didn’t respond. He’d brought them both here though to spend Christmas with him, so clearly he wanted them here. They were a bit of an odd group but who cared? They didn’t have anyone else to spend Christmas with so they might as well all hang out together.

[galaxy-kyun]

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Group: Stray Kids Pairing: Bang Chan x Han Jisung Genre: fluff, one-shot (with a BIG chance of continuation), inspired by this tweet, tattoo artists! Jisung & Changbin AU Word Count: 1.7K Summary: Chan made the mistake of getting an ex' name tattood on his chest in the past and decides to let a young tattoo artist by the name of Han Jisung cover it up.  

Chan pushed the door of the shop open, the contrast of the warm shop being stark with how cold the February air was outside. The shop smelled strongly of cleaning products, not a bad thing for a tattoo shop at all but rather a good thing.

“Good afternoon, do you have an appointment?” a seemingly heavily tattooed man asked Chan. His arms were pretty full with a few crawling up his neck. Chan nodded.

“Yeah, at two with Jisung. Cover-up” He spoke. The man behind the counter nodded.

“Make yourself comfortable, he’ll be with you shortly” the man smiled friendly and opened a door behind the counter, only to be a staff room Chan presumed.

“Han! Your next appointment is here!” He yelled loudly. Chan chuckled lightly, playing with the edge of his coat sleeves as he waited for Jisung to come. The shop was very calm for a Saturday afternoon, to be honest: only Chan and the guy behind the counter were the only ones inside. Chan immediately felt comfortable with the vibe of the shop, he was glad he took Felix’ advice going to this shop. His friend Felix had no tattoos at all but ‘the cute guy with loads of tattoos and always drank his lattes way too sweet’ apparently owned this shop.

“I was about to ask if this was your first tattoo but then I remember you came in for a cover-up” the guy behind the counter chuckled. Chan chuckled too.

“Yeah no, I have multiple” Chan replied. The guy raised an eyebrow, Chan too that as a sign to take his coat off. Underneath he wore a plain T-shirt because having on a sweater would be a hassle later once the cover-up took place. The guy behind the counter looked impressed by Chan’s right arm, which seemed to be covered in a sleeve in a cosmic and galaxy theme.

“Nice sleeve you got there” He replied.

“Thanks, a friend of mine back in Australia did it” Chan replied fondly. “I just…. Love space, the moon, the stars … They’re just amazing” Chan beamed over the beauty of the universe. The guy chuckled.

“Your sleeve seems to have a lot of meaning” He replied, Chan nodded.

“All my tattoos have a lot of meaning” Chan replied showing off the compass on his left forearm, “I also have a turtle of my calf”.

The guy behind the counter frowned. “If I may be curious: what are you getting covered up? You genuinely are the first person that I’ve seen come in who has all nice, thought out work on his body. What could a guy like you possibly want covered up?”

Chan bit his lip.

“An ex’ name on my chest…. I thought we’d be together forever but apparently they thought otherwise. It’s really painful to be reminded of someone you once truly loved by a stupid tattoo” Chan muttered. The guy behind the counter let out a soft ‘oh’.

“I’m sorry dude, I didn’t mean to make you upset.”

“It’s ok” Chan smiled at him politely. At that very moment, the backroom door opened. A young man stepped out in a T-shirt and basketball shorts. On his arms, a bunch of random tattoos in nature themes with hues of black, grey, blue and green in them.

“Ah, you must be Chan” He smiled and held out his hand. “I’m Jisung, sorry it took a while I was trying to sketch out one more idea based on what you had e-mailed me”.

Chan took in Jisung. Jisung was cute. Really cute. A few years younger than Chan most likely. Chan shook his head quickly and smiled back at Jisung.

“Yeah, nice to meet you and no problem, your colleague and I had a nice chat” Chan genuinely smiled at the other guy behind the counter.

“You’re welcome dude! I often have to calm down people getting their first tattoo but you know what it’s like. Jisung’s a great artist, very nice and soothing too but a lot of people are sceptic because he looks like a young squirrel” The guy chuckled, making Chan chuckle too but Jisung shot his colleague a glance.

“Not cool Changbin, I’m not a squirrel” Jisung punched Changbin in the shoulder, making the other hold up his hands in defence.

“Ok, ok, now get to work you lazy. I don’t pay you for just standing here and joking” Changbin grinned. Jisung walked around the counter and pointed to the room where he’d be tattooing at.

“You don’t pay me, Bin, I pay myself. We co-own this place, you forgot that?” Jisung yelled back and closed the door behind Chan and himself before Changbin could reply.

“I’m really sorry about that, Chan” Jisung sighed and laughed slightly. Chan gave him a reassuring smile.

“It’s ok”

Jisung took in Chan for the first time. Chan was hot in Jisung’s opinion. It was only then Jisung took notice of Chan’s sleeve and the compass.

“Nice work you’ve got there! Absolutely love the compass on your forearm” Jisung complimented. Chan blushed lightly. The compass was kind of his pride.

“Thanks”

Jisung had to shake his thoughts away from drooling over the man in front of him. ‘Be professional’ he reminded himself.

“So, you e-mailed me about a cover-up on your chest right?” Jisung asked, to make sure he had the right client in mind. Chan nodded.

“I remember we talked about the things you liked so I drew a few designs. I was thinking, it’s on the right side, right?” Chan nodded, letting Jisung continue his ramble, “I was thinking of it continuing the space theme so if you’d like, you could connect your chest to your sleeve. I drew up a few designs based on what you said you liked, I just mentioned the space thing because of your sleeve and I think it would look cool.”

While he talked, Jisung put his designs on the table. All of them were drawn delicately which made Chan stare in awe.

“If you don’t like any of them, we can always brainstorm together and make it work. I want my clients fully satisfied with what I’m doing” Jisung said. Chan looked at the younger in shock.

“Jisung, they’re all amazing!”

The younger blushed furiously, in meanwhile Chan’s eyes lingered on the third drawing in front of him. It’s a spaceship. His fingers went to trace the lines of the craft.

“We can go with this one” Chan decided.

“Are you sure? I can draw different ships, adjust things you don’t like about it, anything” Jisung smiled politely but Chan shook his head.

“This is about as perfect as it gets. Let’s do it!” Chan was confident in this design. It made Jisung feel a tad insecure, he was afraid Chan picked something against his will but then again had he never had a client who stared at his work with such adoration as Chan did.

“If you’re sure” Jisung smiled at Chan.

Chan noted that Jisung was very hygienic and careful in his workspace. He liked it a lot. Jisung readied the stencil and turned to Chan.

“Can you uh…. Remove your shirt? I mean, I do have to tattoo your chest” Jisung stammered. Chan giggled and nodded, fuck Jisung was so cute…. Chan quickly removed his shirt and Jisung’s jaw dropped.

Not only was Chan’s face stunning, but so was the rest of his body. Chan was muscly, sixpack showing. Jisung swallowed thickly and closed his mouth, motioning for Chan to sit on the chair…. He must’ve made a fool out of himself! But then he heard a small chuckle that sounded an awful lot like ‘cute’ come from the muscly older man.

Chan’s chest was toned and Jisung had to steady his breath very well to not faint over this stunning man in front of him. Jisung also noted that Chan’s chest was empty except for one cursive written word on his chest, right under his collarbone.

“Minjae?” Jisung asks, “she must’ve been very special if you got her name tattood on you”

“He was,” Chan replied, “I was madly in love with him and thought we’d be together forever but he decided otherwise”

He? Him? Oh….. Oh! Jisung blushed bright red.

“Oh dude, I’m so sorry” Jisung muttered and placed the stencil on top of the name.

“It’s ok, the first step in getting over him is getting his damn name covered up” Chan laughed. His laugh sounded amazing to Jisung.

“Well, I’m working on that. Would you mind checking the placement in the mirror?”

“As long as his name is covered, it’s good” Chan laughed as he got up to check the placement in the mirror.

“It looks really good Jisung, I’m sure it will look amazing when finished” Chan beamed.

And that’s how Jisung started up the tattoo process. Jisung made Chan lay back comfortably and sat down aswell, trying to position himself in the best manner to work. Jisung put his left hand on Chan’s chest to stabilise himself but it also caused him to blush furiously. Damn, this man really works out! In his right hand, Jisung took the tattoo needles and started outlining the spaceship.

“If you need to tap out for a minute, just tell me” Jisung told Chan as he carefuly followed the lines of his own design.

“I will but it’s nothing I haven’t felt before so I guess I’ll be cool, Sungie”

Good thing that Jisung had lifted the needle up because the nickname shocked him.

“O-ok” He muttered, continuing to work on Chan’s chest.

“You know,” Chan continued again, getting Jisung’s attention, “you’re really cute.”

Jisung blushed furiously.

“Chan, please, if you want me to not fuck up your tattoo then please stop flirting with me until I’m done” Jisung joked and made eye contact with the older man. Chan seemed very serious.

“Can I flirt with you over some drinks, tonight?” He asked in a serious tone but right after asking the question, a smile played on his face. Jisung swallowed thickly as he looked at Chan.

“Y-yes, of course I’d like that” He was able to stumble out.

Chan smirked.

“Then it’s a date, Jisung!”

[transformersmr-hq]

TFMR asdf - Original Characters

I remember mentioning that I won't create any OC for a major character, but I did spawn in some OCs to see what kind of characters can be created according to the in-universe settings of TFMR. They are placeholders that only exists far back in the background, so they don't have any significant impact to the story. Besides they all live on Cybertron which gets destroyed before TFMR story arc starts so yeah they all dead anyway 

Some of them might have met canon characters at some point in their life, but all of them have zero to minimal impact to the story.

Short version: Transformers OCs

Long version: 

Characters with illustration

Overseer

This is a self-insert, rather than a legitimate character that exists within continuity. If TFMR is a movie, this one is the director. More about myself Overseer can be found here -> [X]

Vitas & Mirabilia

(The winged one is Vitas. the doorwing is Mirabilia.)

These two were first featured in a short worldbuilding doodle I created back in 2017. They are the oldest OCs with proper backstory. Both are newspark caretakers, who takes care of newly hatched Cybertronians until they are assigned to training institutes, boarding schools, noble houses who want another member etc ect.

Vitas is an aerobat(a biplanekind that is specialized in mid-air acrobatics) with two left foot — or rather 'two left wings'. Instead of becoming a sky dancer like other aerobats, he studied pediatrics and became a newspark caretaker. He was the veteran caretaker of the facility he worked in, who also used to be Ratchet’s mentor. Much unlike his permanently-exhausted look and gruff attitude, he was the one who always held onto the last hope. Even after the war broke out and no more newsparks came to life, he remained as a neutral and kept on searching for sings of newspark emergence.

Mirabilia is Vitas’ sidekick. She is a pickup truck, and she is one of the last group of people who were assigned as newspark caretakers. When she was a hatchling, Ratchet saved her life from a cave-in accident. She doesn't remember exactly who her rescuer was, but she remembers that it was one of the caretakers. Since then, she always dreamed of becoming a newspark caretaker so she can also help young Cybertronians who is in need of help. She’s the only newspark caretaker who stayed with Vitas until the end.

Menthol

Menthol is a placeholder character that I created for “Minis and sub-species” doodle. It’s just one of my Homestuck troll OC turned into Transformers, so there’s nothing much to say about. Named her “Menthol” because obviously I couldn’t use her troll name and I was eating a mint flavored candy at that moment. Menthol doesn’t talk much due to an unfortunate chemistry experiment that damaged her voice box. She can talk, but her voice quickly gets sore after just a few words, so she prefers action over words. Her arms turn into a set of flamethrowers, which are very powerful. Has a twin called “Capsaicin” who uses a set of freezer cannons.

Typhoon 

One of the earliest TFMR OCs I created. Typhoon is a 4-wheeler Mini, who has ability to teleport short distances. Typhoon worked as a double agent between Decepticon and Autobot. He eventually got his cover blown by Decepticons and got executed, but luckily he escaped alive with damaged left foot and half-mangled face. He jumped from one neutral colony to another in order to avoid Bots or Cons, and in one of the colonies he met Strato and Cosmocube. He didn’t really believe their whole Combiner bullscrap, but he decides to stick with them because you never know when you’d need a fine meat shield. Wears a predacon mask to hide his damaged side of the face. Will punch anyone in the throat if they call him a mini. Once tried changing his designation into “Deadlock” but dropped it because a certain Ex-Decepticon had that designation and he didn’t want to be hunted down by DJD for having same name.

Characters without illustration

Team Powercraft

These are the rest of Typhoon’s combiner team. Together, they combine into a giant robot named Powercraft. 

Typhoon - see above

Strato - a muscle car, who is a type of outlier that makes him into a walking Enigma of Combination. Forms the torso part of Powercraft. Likes shiny things, especially anything that contains gold.

Cosmocube - A communication satelite. Strato’s friend. Forms the right leg part of Powercraft. Best navigator/spaceship driver of the team. Likes listening to loud music - the louder the better.

Mudskipper - A jeep-boat hybrid. An Aquatronian scientist, who travels around from planet to planet for research purposes. Team’s medic, but doesn’t really have doctor’s license. Only one in the team who actually knows how to use one’s processor. Forms the right arm part of Powercraft.

Solaire - A Triple changer (pickup truck+battle seeker). No one knows where he came from. Strongly believes that he’s just a truck, not a triple changer. refuses to give answer when asked why he has wings, or why he never takes off his unnaturally dark-tinted visor. Forms the left arm part of Powercraft. 

If you are familiar with Minecraft youtubers during 2011~2013, then these characters miiiight sound just a tad familiar...

Mirage’s “sister”

The only one who actually took care of young Raj, and also the one who sent Raj to Cybertron. Was the head of Velocitronian planetary defense force, thus being the only one in the noble house who pursued military career. She sensed the eventual fall of the noble caste ever since Override became the president of Velocitron, and has been trying her hardest to keep her house from falling apart. She knew the house was now a burning ship. She couldn’t leave her baby brother to sink along with the rest. 

[jonmalfas-blog]

3/30/20

Blog 3:

Monday morning. Everybody generally tends to hate on Mondays, but I tend to like them. In my opinion they are what you make of them. I usually try to get up early and do something for myself to kick off the week in a good fashion such as making myself a real breakfast, going for a quick workout, or even something as simple as getting up a tad early to watch last night's 10 minute sports highlights. It's little things like this in life that make you who you are and allow for you to grow yourself. This specific Monday morning is special though, being that im still in Florida. I decided to get up early this morning to watch the sunrise on the beach. Again, something simple but enjoyable. The sunrise on Siesta Key Beach this morning was amazing. It was peacefully quiet and absolutely beautiful. Once the sun was fully up it was time to start my day. Today is going to be a busy day as its a travel day and I will finally be flying back to Chicago. I walked back to the condo and made myself a quick breakfast: a fruit smoothie and a waffle. After this I took a quick shower and started the school day. I got through my Forensic Science, IDEA, Algebra, and Computer Science classes with ease with just a few zoom calls and minimal work. After this i packed up my things and tried to soak up as much sun as i could before we were off. My family and I started our journey back to Chicago with an hour long car ride to the airport. Once we got to the airport we got our bags checked and went through security. As you may expect, the airport was completely dead. There was barely anyone there and it was a pretty eerie feeling being inside a nearly empty airport in broad daylight. It was also very scary to think of the possibility of getting the feared COVID-19 virus. It’s really horrifying to think that pretty much anytime/anywhere we are in public nowadays, we have the possibility of becoming infected with the virus. This thought made me want to just get home as fast as possible, even if my mom was adamant on using lysol, wipes, and sanitizer to the max. We finally got on our nearly empty plane and flew home. The plane ride was boring and I ended up sleeping the whole time. Once we landed at Midway airport in Chicago, it was like I just got off a spaceship from a different world. The weather was gloomy and it was even more of a ghost time here than it was at Tampa Bay airport. It was just mind boggling to see first hand how bad the Coronavirus has crippled and changed life as we know it. My family and I hurried to our car and began the drive home. Although my little brothers fought and complained that they had to pee the whole ride(like always), we finally made it back home at around 9:00pm. I headed straight upstairs and it felt great to finally be back in my own bed after a nearly two week absence. All-in-all it’s been a wild day and last few weeks for that matter. Today I witnessed just how much this pandemic is affecting millions around our world. It truly is a scary sight to see, and the thought of this whole thing potentially getting worse before it gets better is even scarier. Stay safe everyone.

[fockbambi]

“ the saddest fear comes creeping in … that you never loved me. ”

( not accepting. )

" don't be a dumbass. "

words dripped out of bambi's lips, low, barely audible, like he was on autopilot and didn't even hear jiseok. that was just another one of his automated responses because his mind had wandered far, far away already. took a spaceship and travelled over to the next galaxy. bambi pulled out a crumpled cigarette from one of his pockets and flattened it as much as he could. fingers trembling, he created more folds in the thin white-ish paper, while bits of tobacco spilled out from the end. his eyes spectating the plight before redirecting towards jiseok. " don't say it like that. "

the two of them were sitting on the curb facing the back entrance of a glitzy bar, in a neglected alley only the most courageous could set foot in. bambi's legs were laying flat on the freezing concrete as he was hunched over the goddamn cigarette that would NOT go back to its original state, his hands becoming red as the cold seeped into his bones. with remixed pop music faintly booming from the building in front of them, he finally scooted a little closer to jiseok. " this kind of sucks. " he said, breath turning into a white fog. " sorry. "

for...being bambi, he was quite dapper. he was wearing a rich burgundy velvet suit jacket paired with a black dress shirt and bowtie, complete with black pants covered by a large skirt of the same color, of course. his hair was slicked back, giving way to his constantly-furrowed eyebrows. bambi finally placed the wrinkly cigarette between his lips, hands dug deep in his outfit in search of a lighter. any lighter at this point. " forgot i was para- pera- per-... hmm," he looked up at the night sky, the crisp air stinging every inch of his skin, yanking the cigarette out of his mouth for a second, " ...p e r m a n e n t l y banned from there. "

it was only a few hours ago bambi was trying his best to impress jiseok. what did he call it? ...oh yeah, a date. that's what it was. with every step of the day written on the palm of his hand so he wouldn't forget, he didn't expect them to say IT on the way to the rococo-inspired bar. to say that they l- lo-- to have confessed to bambi so promptly. that part wasn't written on bambi's hand, he couldn't have prepared for it. the rest of the day was almost a blur;

the silent car ride ( which, by the way, was an expensive car driven by someone other than bambi ), arriving at the bar only to be ferociously shoved away- something about bambi throwing fists and chairs at people months ago- only to be sitting in an abandoned back-alley while slowly freezing to death with no way to get home. he didn't even like his outfit.

bambi pulled on his bow to untie it, opening two or three buttons on his shirt so as not to choke on top of this all and ran a hand through his hair to undo everything that was done to it to make it look presentable. the cigarette's holding on for its dear life on the edge of his mouth, still very much not on fire. " ...you know i don't hate you, ji. " he's so terrified of the other's reaction he kept his head down, " i like you very very much, in fact. " a tiny smile pulled on his lips. " but you know me. "

...and that was the best response he could give. or maybe it was an excuse.

" anyway, i got you somethin'. " and from another mysterious pocket of his, bambi pulled out a small object wrapped in brown paper. he's already holding back laughter as he unrolled it, revealing an odd-looking rock. a little big, like a punching fist. " this-- i remember. " he said, looking like an excited child. " back when we were at school and- " his furrowed eyebrows cram even closer as he tried to recall the memory, " a-and people were botherin' you, but i got in the way when they threw this- " his hand held out the rock, " -and look, there's still my blood from those mon- those yea- uh, that long time ago, ha-haha. " bambi was a tad bit confused, but through it all he couldn't stop grinning. " i think it's better if you have it, might become a rock jus' like the others to me real soon, y'know. " he shrugged, the reality of losing his mind had become so normal to him.

" i-i promise it was gonna be more special. i'd have handed it to you over martinis on the rock, while some opera show was playing and all. hey, you should really go to this place one day, totally recommend it. " bambi pointed at the bar with a swift movement of his head, until he finally pulled out a cracked lighter from his clothes. he clicked it about thirty-seven times before a tiny flame came out of it, and gone just as quickly.

" fuck this bitch ass-fucking weather. "

[theswiftarmy]

#15 - Goodbye Mac Miller

“Justin?”  Ariana said out loud to herself as a metallic deep blue SUV approached.

A brightly lit LED Uber sign displayed through both the front and back windows clearly visible in the mid morning southern California sun.  The brand new Tesla Model X SUV rolled to a stop in front of the driveway.  The passenger doors opened slowly, they lifted vertically upwards towards the sky like a bird’s wings spreading for flight, as the doors opened a hissing noise that sounded like air escaping a pressurized pod could be heard, a modern day DeLorean from the movie Back To The Future—the 1980s in sport utility space age form.  The sound wasn’t real—Just a simple sound effect that the driver thought would make for a cool experience.  So far it had been met with rave reviews.  Well, there was one bad review from a snake handler who said the hissing sound scared his snakes.  Can’t please everyone I guess.

Ariana Grande sat at the edge of the driveway leading up to the spaceship studio keeping vigil in hopes that Justin Bieber would return.  The Uber parked in front of the driveway.  The driver opened the door and stepped out of the fully electric futuristic sport utility vehicle and assisted his passenger out of the back seat.  Justin stumbled slightly then caught his footing.  

“What’s wrong with him?”  Ariana asked the driver.

The driver shrugged, “He was like that when I picked him up.  Your guess is as good as mine.”

“I’m fine..”  Justin said irritated.  “There’s nothing wrong with…”  He trailed off.

“Justin?”  She said, poking him in the shoulder.

“…me.”  He continued after being prodded back to reality.

The driver disappeared around the back of the SUV and emerged with two cat cages.  “Can I leave him and these two cats with you?”

Ariana eyed the cats in the cages, “Oh no.  NO!  NO-NO-NO-NO—”  Ariana quickly pieced together what had happened.  The phone call from Taylor last night, the missing masters…

The Uber driver’s eyes went wide with surprise, “Well, this is the address that he put in when I accepted the ride request.  So, I’m assuming that this is where he wanted to go.”

“Oh!  I mean, yes, Sorry… yes, you can leave him with us.  Thank you.”  She said distracted.  “I was talking about the cats.”

He looked at the cats in their cages, “Yeah, good luck with that, they’re definitely having a bad hair day.”  The Uber driver exchanged a half laugh with Ariana, he continued pointing to Justin, “—Kid didn’t say a word the entire ride, just sat there staring off in to the distance, been humming the same melody over and over again the whole way here.”  He shrugged again.  “I’ve picked up some weird people since I started driving for Uber, but never did I think I would give a ride to Justin Bieber—I thought the conversation would be a little more… exhilarating, you know?  Seems like he’s got a lot on his mind.  I asked for an autograph and he signed it, but, well, have a look—”

He reached into his pocket pulling out his wallet, producing a small flimsy photograph; the back of a photo was simply signed:

To: love love –yeah

He handed the picture to Ariana, front facing down, signature side up.  He continued, “It doesn’t make any sense—” He paused as she turned the photo over, he shifted slightly steering the conversation, “Say, aren’t you Ariana Grande?”  The way he said it indicated that he already knew the answer but was playing coy—He knew.

She smiled and blushed slightly, “Yeah.”  The Uber driver was cute, or maybe handsome—She couldn’t decide.  He looked to be in his late twenties maybe, tall, toned, chiseled abs, he looked almost construction worker tough although a tad on the slender side, tattoo sleeves, but with a boyish good looking face.  He was innocently sweet, as though he made it this far in life without a single scratch on the outside, or… inside.  There are those who seem to steer clear of the storms that life inevitably brings.  

His accent was familiar, she knew it, it sounded like a Western Pennsylvania accent, Pittsburgh area—Then it clicked, he sounded a lot like someone she once knew.  He kind of looked a little like him a little too, at least in the face, oh gosh though his eyes were almost exactly the same.

“Can I have your autograph?”  He said breaking her inventory of his physical features.

“Sure.”  She smiled again, her smile a little wider this time.

He produced a pen from his pocket, the non-frilly kind, “Can you sign the back of the photo?”

Ariana turned it over a few times, each time the photo side showed the driver seemed to tense up, “Okay.  I’ll just, sign above where Justin signed, is that okay?”

He smiled back then choked out the word, “Yeah.”  He looked at Ariana, she had her eyes, they were almost exactly the same as hers how did he not notice that?

Ariana hovered the pen just above the photo, she stopped short of writing and a look of consternation crossed her face, “What’s your name?”

“Me?”  He asked, bewildered.

“Yeah, so I can…”

“Oh, no, umm…  Can you write it to Amy…”

Ariana looked at him incredulously,  “Amy?  Sure.”  She signed the photo with an inscription specially written to Amy.  She clicked the pen closed leaning forward to hand the photo and pen back but stopped—She turned the photo over once more and looked at the young woman in the selfie, the woman appeared to be about the same age as the Uber driver standing before her, maybe a little younger, the photo looked like it was recently taken too, maybe in the last year?  She suddenly recognized the stage scene behind the woman in the photo—it was one of her shows!  Coachella!  It was Coachella 2019!!!  She was front row during that show!  “Is this your girlfriend?”  Ariana asked, excited.  “I can’t believe she was right there at Coachella!  That’s so cool!”

“Oh… no… She’s… ”  He looked away.

He seemed to be at a loss for words.  She looked at his finger, no ring—It definitely wasn’t his wife, she thought for a moment not wanting to offend him.  “It’s okay.  I mean, if you two aren’t ready to label it or whatever, I totally get that—”

“No! No. I mean… She’s my sister.  She’s a huge fan…”  He blurted out.

“Oh!”  Ariana looked back down at the photo, she laughed nervously, slightly embarrassed.  “Well tell her I said hello!  Love my Arianators—”

He cleared his throat, “She… she was.”

“Was?”  Ariana asked confused.  She looked down at the photo again.

“She passed away a week after that photo was taken.” He said looking at the photo in Ariana’s hand, then looking down at the ground wiping away a tear trying to hide his face with his hand until he could regain composure. “Stupid drug overdose at a party with some friends she met that weekend.  The first time she ever did drugs, FIRST GOD DAMN TIME—She called and left me a voicemail saying how much fun she was having and that she might hit me up for a ride home… It was the last time I heard her voice….”

“Oh my gosh, I… I’m so sorry!”  She jumped across the space between the two of them, “Can I give you a hug?”

“Yeah, uh, I guess so.”  He was shaking.  “We moved here from Pittsburgh together to chase our dreams and now it all just feels so empty and pointless to me without her.”

She hugged him briefly then backed away.

“She would never believe this.  An autograph and a hug from Ariana Grande.” He fought back more tears, forcing a manly masculine smile in its place, suppressing the pain.  “It’s just so unfair.  It was her dream to meet you one day!  She always talked about it.” A few teardrops trickled down his face.  He wiped them away turning his head.  He removed his baseball cap and fixed it, then placed it back on his head.

Ariana grabbed his hand and placed the autographed photo in it.  “She would have believed it, and she would have loved it.”

He smiled back.  He looked at the signature after wiping away more tears then put the photo in his pocket. “Well, I have to go.”  He said, he could almost feel the presence of his sister standing there with him in that very moment.  It should have been joyful, he would give anything just to talk to her again, even just for a moment—But the pain was overwhelming, a wave of grief hit him like a wall of water, a tidal wave breaking against his soul.

Ariana looked over at Justin, he stood staring into the distance humming a melody softly then she looked down at the cats sitting purring softly.  “I better go too—Need to take care of this hot mess…”

He looked over at Justin, then back to her.  “Thanks again for the autograph.  It really means a lot to me—to her, to my little sister.”  He turned back towards the SUV.

“Wait!”  She called after him as he reached the door, “What is your name?”

“Malcolm.”  He said softly.  “But… Friends call me Mac.”

Her heart skipped a beat.  She gasped.  She felt it tug on a memory of her own.  She suddenly felt like it was hard to breathe. “It is nice to meet you Mac from Pittsburgh.  I can’t imagine how much you must miss her.  Be strong, your sister is up there watching over you now, she’s smiling at this moment, I just know it.  I’ll think of your sister during my next performance, I’ll sing for her.  Okay?”

“Thank you Ariana.”  His face and mood brightened slightly.

He got back in his vehicle and drove off.

She stood for a moment, watching him drive off; she noticed her hands were shaking… A feeling of anger then sadness overtook her.  

It’s not fair.  She thought to herself, people just get ripped from our lives and there’s nothing we can do about it.  People we love, people we care about, people we can’t live without and they’re gone, just like that pulled from existence.  And then what are we supposed to do?  We’re left standing here trying to figure it all out.

The SUV rounded a bend in the road and finally disappeared out of sight.

Goodbye Mac Miller.

She wiped away a tear of her own and then sniffled, her mascara was running, just another mess to fix.  

She walked over to Justin, “Come on, let’s get you inside.”  She said to him reaching down and grabbing the cat cages then making their way up the driveway.  He walked slowly holding on to her losing his balance every few steps.

@taylorswift @justinbieber

[imagines-dreams]

Changing My Mind - Peter Parker Imagine

Rating: G

Warnings: fluff, fear of love

Summary: You loved the idea of love, but when Peter came into your life…  you were terrified of it.

Word Count: 1020

You were always scared of love. You loved the idea of it. You loved reading about it, and seeing your friends so happy from a date or a partner, it made your heart swell. Love is beautiful. It’s rare. It’s … reactive. Explosive.

Which is why, all those months ago, you didn’t want to go on a date with Peter Parker.

You didn’t want to go to the movies and gasp by how much you felt when his fingers nervously brushed against yours.

You didn’t want him to kiss you on the cheek when he dropped you off.

You didn’t want to blush every time someone said his name.

You didn’t want to laugh at his nerdy jokes.

You didn’t want to go on a second, third, fourth, fifth, twentieth date.

You didn’t want to sing badly right along with him as he drove you home.

You didn’t want to lose your breath when he picked you up for the school dance.

You didn’t want to lose yourself in his eyes as he gazed at you.

You didn’t want to fall in love.

Yet, there you were. You were watching movies with your boyfriend of six months. A comfortable blanket was draped around the two of you. His arm was around your shoulders, and you were resting your head on his chest, listening to his heart beat a comforting rhythm and watching spaceships zoom through space.

Then, it happened.

He pulled the blanket over the shoulder and lifted your joined hands to kiss your knuckles.

Your breath caught in your throat. Your knuckles buzzed, and you could feel the heat stream into your cheeks at the sweet gesture. You giggled. “Why’d you do that?”

“Just…” He sighed. “I don’t know. Just feeling lucky.”

You tilted your head. “Lucky?”

“Yeah.” Peter nudged you and rubbed circles into your hand. “Lucky to have you and all.” He smiled and turned back to the movie, his cheeks a slight pink.

And just like that, you knew you couldn’t live without him. And it terrified you. Because not being able to live without someone, that meant love. That meant caring about him, about a superhero. It meant giving your heart to someone and trusting them not to break it.

And you trusted Peter with your life, but with your heart? Your heart was different than your life, because if Peter broke it, how were you supposed to put yourself back together.

And so, you pressed your hand against your chest and shoved the truth of love down your throat. Hopefully, you’d deal with much much later.

Peter felt you shift under the blanket. He blinked and noticed you gulp several times. You were uncomfortable. “Hey, everything ok?”

When you didn’t answer, Peter squeezed your hand lightly. “Hey.”

“Yeah?”

He smiled a little. “Everything ok?”

You nodded quickly. “Of course. I’m fine.” You wore a smile that’s a tad too wide and a tad too much teeth, and Peter could tell easily. But, your boyfriend knew when to press, and when not to press, so he just smiled and kissed your forehead. “Ok.” He paused, just loving how your eyes looked, before asking, “Wanna go on a date? Next weekend?”

You pursed your lips and went over your schedule. “I can do Friday night or Saturday afternoon? Saturday night, too.”

Peter beamed. “It’s a date.”

“Movies?”

“Mm, well, there is a new science exhibit?” His eyes sparkled with excitement, and you couldn’t help the bubbly laughter that escaped your lips. “I’m dating a nerd.”

“So that’s a yes.”

“Yes, Nerd.” You smiled and kissed him quickly. “It’s a date.”

“It’s beautiful!” You spun around under the stars and planets. You laughed and breathed in. “Good choice for a date.” You laughed and reached up as high as you could, just to say you were reaching for the stars.

“It is.”

You bit your lip and turned to Peter. His hands were shoved in his pockets, and his cheeks haven’t changed from that light pink hue. He reached for you, and you gladly gave him your hands to hold.

You laughed as the tension rose. “You know, if you keep saying things like that, I might just think you believe I’m more beautiful than the stars.”

“Good.” He leaned down and rested his forehead against yours. “That’s what I was going for.”

You blushed and stared at your feet. Sometimes, Peter was just too corny, too beautiful.

Peter lifted your chin. His smile was at the point of breaking. He was nervous.

You squeezed his hands, but before you could ask what’s wrong, he ducked his head and whispered in your ear, “Mahal kita.”

You couldn’t breathe.  The only thing that escaped your lips was a soft and scared, “What?”

Peter pulled away and smiled a little. “I said, um, ‘Mahal… kita.’” He giggled. “Ned tried teaching me, but I’m sorry if I can’t pronounce it right. I just, I know that you wanted to say it and I wanted to be special, and what more if it’s in Tagalog, you know, and-”

You giggled. “Peter, you…” You’ve heard those words several times before. Your family was large, and you knew the familiar phrase since you were a child. Sure, the words “I love you” meant a lot, but those words in Tagalog, a language you grew up around, was so rare, and when those words left Peter’s lips, you couldn’t help but tear up. “Peter, say it again, please?”

Your boyfriend smiled, and tears filled his eyes. “Mahal kita, (Y/n).” He pushed your hair behind your ear. “Mahal kita.”

You laughed, and the tears spilled. “I love you, too, Peter.” You pressed your lips against his. Peter laughed against your lips, and he brought his hands up to cup your cheeks and kiss you back as hard as he could. You smiled and pulled him closer, and suddenly, love, it wasn’t that scary, and when he pulled away to look at you, his girlfriend, you said, “Thank you.”

“For what?”

You bit your lip. “For changing my mind. On love.” You kissed him again.

[vlotd]

The Beginning

Note that I’m not officially posting this yet. (It’ll go up on Ao3 when it’s ready.) But I thought I’d give y’all a taste of what I’m doing. I’m basically writing this as if it were the novelization of the hit show “Voltron: Legend of the Defender.” I’d like to eventually get “screencaps” (read: edits) in here, too, but that’s faaar down the road yet. 

So anyway, this may still change as things develop, but I was re-reading it just now and I thought y’all might like it. ^_^ So here’s how things kick off (for now):

           It was supposed to have been a pretty boring mission. They were taking ice core samples in the Argos crater when it happened. The landing site for their ship, the Amundsen, was 30 kliks from the crater, but that’s what the specially-modified ATVs were for. They’d set up the Argos drill the night before (well, by the ship’s reckoning; a full day on Kerberos was a little over 5 terran hours) and let it run overnight. There’d been some worry that, even set at a slower speed, it wouldn’t work in an extraterrestrial environment.

           Shiro should have known better.

           Commander Holt had modified this core drill himself. He and Matt had checked it over three times (each!) before deploying it. When they pulled the drill up, it seemed to have worked like a charm. Matt began to slowly slide the sample from the barrel.

           “Easy, son,” Commander Holt said. “This ice is delicate.”

           If Matt went much slower, they’d be here a lot longer than the two-month mission timeframe just getting this one sample out. But if he was put out by his father’s warning, he didn’t show it. (Or maybe he just couldn’t see it through the helmets of their space suits.) “Amazing. Isn’t this exciting, Shiro?”

           He smiled at their enthusiasm as he held the barrel steady for extraction. “You guys get a little more excited about ice samples than I do.”

           “This is history in the making,” the commander breathed in awe. “Not only have we traveled farther than any human ever has, but this ice could hold microscopic clues about the existence of life outside Earth.”

           “Think of it, Dad!” Matt said, turning his face towards his father as he continued to ease the core out. “We could use those clues to become the first people to meet aliens.”

           “My life’s work would be complete.”

           It was supposed to have been a pretty boring mission. And it had been so far, if any mission could be called “boring.” Shiro, piloting the Amundsen, had taken them up and out and far away to the edge of their solar system, where there was more dark than light, where your body shrunk as your soul expanded. The beauty of the universe was far more important to Shiro than ice core samples, but he was happy to be out here nonetheless.

           Until the ground beneath them started to shake.

           “What is that?” Commander Holt asked. “Seismic activity?”

           He didn’t know what it was, but he knew he didn’t like it. “We should get back to the ship,” he warned them.

           Matt pulled the sample free of the barrel and got to his feet as a large shadow fell over them. They all looked up.

           “What… what is that?” the commander asked.

           It was a spaceship of some sort, like nothing Shiro had ever seen before. It was dark – the better to blend in with the infinite black around them, he supposed – with purple running lights. It seemed almost like some sort of monster, rising up before them and staring them down. It seemed like he spent an eternity just staring at it as it slid closer, the only sound the rattling of the lights and equipment they’d set up.

           The commander was just as shocked as he was. “It can’t be.”

           What knocked Shiro out of his awe was seeing a glowing point of light spring into being near the front of the ship. It grew larger, began to pulse… and it was aimed right at them. “Run!”

           The Holts were still just standing there.

           Shiro grabbed Matt’s arm as he turned. “Come on, run!”

           That snapped them out of it. Matt dropped the core sample and they ran, leaving the ATV and the equipment. Shiro was already looking for cover, but there was nothing here in the crater. This part of it was long and narrow… they were sitting ducks, he knew it, but he had to try. Running was better than nothing and maybe… maybe there’d be something…

           The ground shuddered more, the delicate ice sundering beneath them. The world was bathed in a pink-purple light and Shiro was suddenly falling up. Chunks of ice and rock were pulled up with him, their equipment boxes, and, of course, his friends. The last thing he heard was their screams – his as well as theirs – before something knocked him out.

             Shiro was aware of sound before anything else. A strange voice was speaking in an even stranger language. Not English or Japanese. He knew enough Greek and Latin roots to know it wasn’t a Romance language. It didn’t sound Russian or German or Chinese – not that he could speak any of that, but he’d heard scraps of them, knew the kind of sounds those languages tended to make.

           He opened his eyes. Floor. Dark, cold metal floor. He was on his knees on it.

           It came back to him: the ship, the light, falling up…

           He raised his head, eyes wide to take in as much of where he was and what was going on as he could. He still had his helmet on, so his peripheral vision was still practically non-existent. But… there in front of him…

           Aliens. They had to be. The alien in front of him had their back to him, but their… skin? Was it their skin? was purple with dark ridges along the top instead of hair. They had some strange sort of uniform on. The screens and few other lights were still that odd pinky-purple. There was a dark face with glowing eyes on the screen in front of them. The voice he had been hearing – presumably the person in front of him – stopped.

           The… person on the screen with the glowing eyes spoke now. Their voice was deeper, a tad raspy, and it sent shivers along Shiro’s spine. He still had no idea what was being said, but there was something about the way this one spoke… The words weren’t as clipped, the tone was authoritative. This was someone in command, and someone very, very secure in that power.

           He turned to see Matt and the commander kneeling next to him… at gunpoint. Safe to assume he had a weapon at his back as well. It was hard to see his friends’ faces with their helmets on, too. They were breathing, but neither seemed to be conscious. I’d rather have the commander take point on this, but… He had no idea if they could understand English, but he had to try.

           “Please!” he called out. “We come from a peaceful planet! We mean you no harm!”

           The alien in front of him turned to look at him. He looked reptilian, with pointed ears and beady red eyes against yellow sclera. He did not look friendly or interested in diplomacy… or even as if he understood what Shiro was saying.

           “We’re unarmed!” he continued, but then something hit him hard in the back and he fell forward. His head bounced inside his helmet and darkness returned.

             When next he awoke, he was being dragged by his arms. A tall alien? Robot? A guard of some sort was walking alongside Matt, still in his suit. His arms seemed to be bound behind him; the guard had hold of one of them. At least he’s up and on his feet. Where’s the commander? He looked around and saw …doors. Doors with small windows in them. Eyes peered out and he heard different voices speaking in different languages, none of them familiar.

           He looked to the other side, trying to find the commander, trying to figure out what was going on. Large windows showed him strange architecture that went up and up, beyond his view. It seemed to go on forever. They… they looked like cells. Like a prison.

           It was supposed to have been a pretty boring mission.